Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

Better Lift

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

in a post. I want to be remembered

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

13, H, grate

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

was it worth it

kind of mythopoesis

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

isaac newton

i was tempted to lie about my name

feel you

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

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